Hmm. Transfiguration. Spike looked at the Professor from under his curls, trying to work out whether this was going to be a fun-type or boring lesson. He wasn't sure, though it sounded like it might at least involve some practical wand work. That was hopeful.

Seeing Ellie, he gave a her a smile and slid into a chair at the closest desk to hers. She'd help him, right?

He scribbled out his name, in a script that might have been legible if he'd taken a bit more time over it. It was smudged in places too. He'd blame it on not being used to a quill, of course, but it was more laziness and a lack of care when it came to anything other than his pets and building things. Who wrote stuff when you could spend hours on end building a den in the woods to defend from the enemy?

He wasn't suited to sitting in lessons, he was sure.